Willamette farmer., May 05, 1882, Page 3, Image 3

WILLAMETTE FAHMER: POKTLAND, OREGON, MAY 5, 1882.
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Ettlted by lira Harriot T. Onrfcr.
CHANGE.
I.
Maiden also
Thinks of swintr,
Wants to go back,
Ton, poor thing!
in
Hour of midnight,
Baby squawking,
Man iti sock feet.
Bravely walking,
Baby yells on.
Now the other
Twin 'he strikes up.
Like his brother.
Paregoric
By the bottle,
Emptied into
Baby's throttle.
Nauehty tack
Points iu air,
Waiting some one's
Foot to tear.
Man in sock feet
See him there !
Holy Moses t
Hear him swear!
Rav ng crazy,
Gets his gun.
Blows his head off,
Dead and gone.
IV.
Pretty widow
With a book,
In tl.e hammock
By the brook.
Shvly tree,
Babbling brook,
Girl in lintnmock.
Reading hook,
Golden curls,
Tiny fret,
Girl in hammock
Looks so sweet.
Man rideB past,
Big moustache,
Girl i hammock
Makes a "mash."
Mah i mutual,
Day is set.
Maruuid maiden
Married get.-
II.
Married now,
One year ago,
Keepinz house
On Baxter Row,
Red hot stove,
Beefstake frying,
Girl got married,
Cooking, trying,
Cheeks ojl burning,
Eci look red;
Girl got married,
Neaily dead,
Biscuit burnt up,
B offtake charry,
Girl g"t married,
Awful sorry.
Man comes home,
Tears moustache,
Mad as blazes;-
Got no hash.
Thinks of hammock
In the lane,
Wishes maiden
Back again.
Man rides past,
Big moustache;
Keps on riding,
Nary mash.
THE FARM HOME OF MY YOUTH.
BY T. BUCHANAN REKD.
Between broad fields of wheat and corn,
In the lonely home where I was born,
The peach treis lean against the wall,
The woodtiiue wanders over all;
There is a shaded doorway still,
But a stranger's foot has crossed the sill.
There is the barn and still as of yore
I can smell the hay from the open door,
And see the busy swallows throng,
And hear the peewei's mournful song;
But the stranger comes ohl painful proof
His sheafs are piled to the heated roof.
There is the orchard, the very trees,
Where my childhood knew long years of ease
And watched the shadowy moments run,
Till my life had imbibed more shade thau sun;
The swing from the bow now sweeps the air,
But the stranger's children are swinging there.
There bubbles the shady spring below.
With its bulrush brook where the hazels grow;
Twaa there I found the calmus roor,
And watched the minnows poise and shoot,
And saw the robin wave the wing
But the stranger's bucket is at the spring.
Oh! ye who daily cross the sill,
Step lightly, for I like it still;
And when yon crowd the old barn eaves,
Then think what countless harvest sheaves
Have passed within the scented door,
To gladden eyes that are no more.
Deal kindly with those orchard trc-s.
And when your children crowd your knees,
Their sweetest Iruit shall they impart,
As if old memories stirred the heart;
To youthful Sports still leave the swing,
And in sweei reverence hold the spring.
The barn the trees, the brook, the birds,
The meadows with their lowing herds,
The woodbine on the cottage wall
My heart still lingers by them all;
Ye strangers on my native sill,
Step lightly, for 1 love it still !
BENEFITS OF THE ORANGE.
Alter half a day lately spent inside of a
Grange Hall, and most pleas-intly, too, I be
gan on my way home to sum up in my own
mind the benefits that had already been ap'
parent from those meetings. Certainly there
ought to be something to show for the time
and trouble of keeping up tlie organizations;
there must be both benefit and pleasuro in
the reunions as far as social affairs are con
cernod, but there is still something hitrher
and deeper that is to be desired. This is the
woman's page of the Farmer, and there is no
reason why women should not think a little
for themselves on questions of general good,
and so, in a manner, qualify themselves to use
their influence with judgment.
These leflections may have had impulse
given by the remarks of a brother at this
meeting who found occasion to say of a cer
tain couuty in Oregon, (hat "the country
folks hid it pretty much their own way;" in
fact, the farmers had nominated their own
ticket in that county, casting nside party, and
choosing men for adaptability and worth,
much to the consternation and surprise of the
ring. How did this resolution come about ?
I say the grange is educating the farming
community; they are beginning to see that
they have an influence. To liegin with, the
primaries are really the most important ante
cedents of our republican government, and
re intended to give the people a fair show.
It is in these primaries that the "mud sills"
were captured; everything was all "fixed up"
in them long before the time for meetings,
and country folks voted as directed. But the
grange is fast changing this order of things;
the people are beginning to think for them
selves. The old and young men and women
here meet not only for social benefit, but to
discuss topics of general interest. Some are
men of more than ordinary ability, and who,
if circumstances had favored, would be men
of note, and whose remarks show good hard
sense. It used to be thought that an ed
ucation was not necessary for a farmer; it
was sufficient to be able to read, write and
cipher; and as for women, it was not worth
while for them even to know that. Now, ed
ucation is fostered in agricnltnral counties,
and women arc really allowed to belong to
the grange to hive a vote that counts one.
If every farmer and farmers' family were well
read, ibat i, took the papers and kept up
with the affairs of the times, there would be
greater advancement in agricultural prosper
ity. The farmers' interests would be better
looked after, and politicians would respect
their views. A man who reads tho papers and
will know what is going on in the world, will
not take the say so of every man in town who
hat an ax to grind or a vote to get. The
grange is in every way working slowly and
silently great good. In its meetings there are
opportunities for every one to improve; there,
among friendly eyes, each one that chooses
may take part in the proc edings, there ry
eaining confidence in addressing a public
assembly, getting a tolerable knowledge of
parliamentary proceedings, which will be of
life long benefit on occasions that come often
to men who are unexpectedly called upon to
preside over assemblies. As I said at first,
tho grange is helping. It is not only helping
the older ones, but it is educating the younger
ones; and it does seem strange that while
every thinking pprson can see this fact, that
there are so few flourishing granges, according
to the number of families who till the soil.
It may not be relished by some, but neverthe
less it it true, that too many farmers are
ignorant and jealous minded; they seem afraid
some one is always going to get the best of
them, and some one always dot), while if
they went to th grange, watched thee primaries
and tried to elevate themselves, they would
gain in their own self respect, and command
the respect of others.
CHOICE RECIPES.
Crust of Washington r'io. Yolks of three
eggs, one and a half cups sugar, one table
spoonful of butter, one-half cup of cold water
with half a teaspoonful of soda which has been
previously dissolved in a teaspoonful of ex
tract of lemon, two cups of flour iu which one
teaspoonful of cream nt tartar has been stir
red. Makes two pies.
Filling. One cup of sugar, ono cup boiling
water, grated rind of one lemon; tioil five
minutes. Beat one egg, two tablespoonfuls of
flour, add this with the juice of the lemon to
the mixture, boil a few minutes longer.
Frosting for Top. The whites of three eggs,
one tablespo 'nful of com starch and three
fourths of a cup of powdered sugar and any
flavoring (lemon or vanilla). Set iu the oven
a few minutes to glaze over.
Nice Plain Cake The whites of three eggs,
small half cup of butter, one cup of sugar,
one-half cup of milk, one teaspoonful cream of
tartar, one-half teaspoonful of saleratus. two
cups of flour, one-half teaspoonlul vanilla.
Wheat Meal Mush. Stir graham flour
gradually into boiling water, the same as for
corn-meal mush; let it cook slowly 25 or 30
minutes. Eat with cream and sugar. This
makes a cheap and wholesome dessert, and
can be prepared at short notice and when
fruit is scarce is very acceptable.
Princess Orange Cake. Two cups of sitgir,
two and a half of flour, one-half of cold water.
two teaspoonfuls of baking powder, yolk of
five eggs, pinch of salt. Beat the sugar and
yolks together, add the water and the juice of
ono aud a half oranses, and, lastly, the flour,
with three whites of eggs, beaten to a stiff
froth, frosting. win tea ot tiirec eggs, gra
ted nnd of one orange, with sugar enough to
thicken, and the juice of half an orange.
Transparent Pie. Three cgg, two table
spoonfuls sugar, one cup rich cream, three
tablespoonfuls jelly. . Bake with one crust.
Chess Pie Four eggs, two cups sugar, oue
cup sweet cream or milk, half cup butter, one
tablespoontul Hour, iiake witn one cruse.
Green Tomato Pie. Pare and slice five or
six green tomatoes, place in pan covered with
crust, add half teacup vinegar, one cup sugar,
small piece of butter. Flivor with alspiee,
put on top crust and bake in a moderately hot
oven.
Four-Ege Cike. Four egg', one cup sugar,
half cup butter, one and a half cup flour.
Feather Cake. One-half cup butter, one
cup milk, two cups sugar, three eggs, three
cups flour, a little ve-ist powder.
Apple Jelly. Slice apples thin, without
peeling. Cook in water enough to cover them.
When perfectly done, drop through bag, be
ing can ful not to squeeze them, if you ln
your jelly will not be mi clear. When the
annles cease to drti. boil iuiee rapidly twenty
minutes. Then measure and to each pint of
juico add one pint of sugar. Boil rapidly un
til it jellies, which you can know by cooling a
little in a saucer. Apples a little green are
best. Plum jelly cin he made in the same
manner, only, to each pint of juico hdd one
ana a halt pints ot sugar.
If starch sticks to flat' irons it can be re
moved id a much better way than to scrape it
off with a knife, a the paiticle are almost
sure to fall on the garments you aro ironing,
and so make trouble; tie a lump of becsuax
in a clean bit of cloth, ntnl rub the h t iron
on this; it will remove the starch at once.
Always wash flat-irons before using them,
even if they look clean.
Gladstone's Opinion of Farm Skill.
Mr. Gladstone is an extensive land owner,
and has manifested his interest in agriculture
in many ways. At tho dinner given on the
occasion of his recent rent "audit," he made
an extended Bpeecli to his tenants, in which
he paid the following testimony to the diffi
culty of the farmers' work :
"The skill that is required to enable a man
to get out of 1,000, 2,000, 3,000 or 4,000
in agriculture the same profit which he would
get out of a retail trade, cr even out of many
descriptions of manufacture, is a far greater
degree of bkill. He has many more contin
gencies to consider. He has a wider and more
varied knowledge to acquire. His profesion,
although it is probably the most agreeable of
all professions, yet is alto, on account of the
demand which it makes upon his knowledge
and skill, the most difficult of all professions."
"Boys, Stick to the Farm."
The original essay on this subject was writ
ten during a fit of despondency by Americus
Vespucci in 1502. Since, when, with spring
like regularity, the powerful voice of our
cu'ntry press with its patent insides has
wafted its gentle precepts from Maine to Tex
as. B it with surprising unanimity the boys
refuse to stick, and why? Possibly, because
they object to rising at 5 a. m., and working
till 8 F. m.j possibly they object to riding
horse to plough until they walk bowlegged;
possibly, because "thinning" machine-planted
turnips in a hot sun is disagreeable to them;
pouibly, because they are expected to swing a
scythe and keep pace with a four-dollar-a-day
hired man; principally, becaute their yearly
income generally average a half holiday every
Fourth of July, with twenty-five cents locket
money. Boys who do stick generally do so,
hoping that in the near future they may have
little boys of the'rown on whom they may le
revenged. .Vetr Jlactn lieij'uttr.
jjfoti fyx $1.ili1re!i.
EIGHT O'CLOCK
MARGARET K. JOHNSON.
Eight times the clock has struck;
The stars peep out o'erhead,
Across the air there comes
A sound i f marching tread;
In city and village and town
The child-en are going to bed.
With footsteps swift or slow,
With faces crave or bright,
By twos and threes they go.
All robed iu gownsof white;
And each, with a backward glance.
Calls out cheerily, "Good-night!"
Now darker grows the sky;
The stars their watches keep
When next the clock shall strike,
With hollow voice and deep;
In city and village and town,
The children will be asleep.
OUR LETTER BOX.
The week comes around quickly, but none
too soon for Aunt Hetty. She loves to talk
to her young folks, though sometimes it is no
easy matter, for she realizes that she has some
sharp little folks to deal with, and it puzzles
her not so mujh what to tay as how to say it,
tor there is much that young people have to
learn; it would quite discourag children if
they realized how much it was. But it is not
all book learning; there is much in observa
tion to educate one, and to make a person
successful in life, one must bo quick to ob
serve, taking advantage of every opportunity
to improve. Civility is a fine point in the
character of a young person, and it will lead
to advancement in lite. It lseasier to be polite
and civil than to be surly and disagreeable,
besides making everybody around happier. A
young mau who is civil to his employer,
seeming desirous to please, is the one who
gets the best situation and best wages. J
have seen young men who were afraid of do
ing more than was ao.ually expected of them,
and who would knock off work exactly at the
hour, even on occasions when there was some
unexpected emergency. A man will always
appreciate the one who works for the advan
tage of his employer, and there is nothing
lost, but much gaiiud to tho young man who
is civil and respectful.
Our first letter for this week is from away
up in the newly settled part of Washington
Territory. Elsworth writes an excellent let
ter, which gives quito a good idea of that
country. The editor of the Farmer has been
up that way, and is surprised at the great
extent of excellent land that lies open for set
tlement there. Elsworth will find, when he
is grown up, that there will be large towns
and cities there, so he must stay and take ad
vantage of a growing country. Write and
tell us about tho Indians and their ways.
David writes, a short letter. He is lucky
to have a mother so kind as to allow him to
have two dogs; every boy ought to be allowed
to have one of his own. The sheep are good
property.
Mary has written her letter carefully and
neat. She wants to exchange cards with
some one.
Lillio also has taken pains with both writ
ing and spelling, which we aro glad to
notice. Five quilts is quite a record for so
young a firl. We know she will make a
prime housekeeper.
Arthur promises to write better next time.
He has done well this time, and we promise
that he will be a crack farmer some day, hav
the best bred horses and sheep, taking the
Farmer and writing for it all the time.
R. E. C. must tell in his next how they
managed on the farm to get rid of the squir
rels; it seems dangerous to use poison, for fear
of killing the cats aud dogs, which would be
cruel.
M. L. G. tells how she managed to raise the
calf her father gave her. It will, we hope,
thrive and in time give her a little band of
cows.
John N., of Colfax, is a live boy; it takes
the country to make men out of boys; the
sort of. life incident to a new growing country
is what is needed to give strength and force
to character. We are glad to hear a boy say
he is interested in hearing debates; it shows
that he has a mind and wants to improve it,
which is better than sitting on street corners
talking of horse races and chewing tobacco.
Our dear little friend Sally Hunt sends a
letter, which shows carefulness and that the
wants to do her share in keeping up the inter
cut of this column. Sally is. odc of the little
girls we know, and we only wish we were
acquainted with more ot them. We remem
ber seeing some of those quilts she speaks of.
Darius ought to have time to write often to
the Circle, and if he is an invalid, efforts of
this kind would serve to pass away the time
pleasantly, so we hope that he will write
again.
Chincey tells of his magpie. We did not
know that this bird was a native of this
country; perhaps he could tell us something
of their habits, or tell how far he was able
to educate his bird before the old hen killed
it. Magpies are said to be capable of great
cunning or intelligence, and many amusing
stories are told of them. It seems as if a steel
trap was a cruel way to trap the birds. We
hope all our boys will try and remember to
save animals from needless pain. They all
only follow the dictates of the nature that
God gave them and are not to bo punished for
anything they do. If any creature or animal
offends and annoys ui we may put them oat
of the way, but it should bo done in a way
that will not cause pain. Even breechy ani
mals should not be tortured, though it some
times does stem as if they knew they were
doing wrong. It is the men who hive kept
bad fences, and who do not feed their stock
at home who ought to be punished.
John- DavV, April 13, ISS2.
Editor Home Circle:
I am a little boy 0 years old. I have no
pets to tell about. We have a little calf two
weeks old. We had a pet magpie, but our
old hen killed it. I have eight head of cattle
and two head of horses. I caught six magpies
in a steel trap. I have a little calf named
Jebba, and I think that is a very pretty
name. Ciiascet M. LrcE.
Kino's Valley, April 5, 18S2.
Editor Homo Circles
I thomjht I would write a few lines to the
Farmer for the first time. Scho d commences
in a week; Mr. Kirtncss is the teacher. I
study reading, writing, grammar, geography
and spelling. I am 13 years old. I would
like to exchange cards with tho girl writing
to this paper. I will close with wishing the
Farmer tuccoss. Mary Halleck.
Scio, Or., April 6, 1882.
Editor Home Circle:
As you were to kind as to publish my other
letter, I thought I would write again. We
have had nico weather for some time past, but
it has been hailing and raining to-day. I must
tell you about my quilts. I have finished
piecing five, and I am now piecing a sugar
bowl quilt, which I think will be very pretty.
I am learning to sew on the machine. I would
like some of the little girls to send some nice
parttem for a quilt. As Aunt Hetty re
quested, 1 will send a few names of the tem
perance boys and girls of this neighborhood.
I will close for this time, wishing the Farmer
great success. Lillie McDonald.
Scio, Or., April 8, 1882.
Editor Home Circle:
I am a little boy 0 years old. As I have
read so many letters from the little boys and
girls, I thought I would write one, too. They
all tell about their pets. I will tell about
mine. I have a pet colt; it is one year old
this spring; its name is Lucy; it was a present
from my grandpa. I also have a pet calf; his
name is Brandy. Our school will begin next
Monday; we are going t have a month
school, and I mean to go and learn, so that 1
can write a better letter next time. I will tell
you what I do to help pa and ma. I chop
wood and carry it in and ride the horses to
from the field, and sometimes I harrow for pa,
and I helped to plant almost allof the garden!
I will close by wishing the Farmer great
success. Arthur G. McDonald.
Cottacik Grove, April 8, 1882.
Editor Home Circle :
I am little girl 12 years old. I have one
brother and two sisters. 1 have a pet calf;
its nave is Pausey ; pa gave it to me if I would
raise it. 1 ieed it milk, and when I dou't
have enough milk I feed it gruel mado with
bread crumbs. My brother has two dogs; they
catch rabbits and mice. Wo have a good
many nice flowers. I am going to start to
start to school next .Monday. This is my first
letter to the Farmer. I will close for this
time. Your friend, M. L. G.
Fosml, Or. April 8, 1882.
Editor Home Circle :
I am a little boy 11 years of &ge. The
The weather is now nice, but it rained some
last week. Pa is putting in his crop now. I
saw a piece in the Farmer about squirrels, so
I thought I would write about them. There
are a few here now, but a few years ago there
were lots of them. It. E. Cumminos.
Whiteaker, April 10, 1882.
Editor Home Circle :
I am a little girl 10 years old. I live on a
farm of 800 acres. I would liko to ray to
Lizzie that Oregon is a nice country to make a
home in. She wanted to know what kind of
fruit we raise here. My pa raises apples,
pear", plums, peaches, blackberries, raspber
ries, gooseberries, strawberries, mulberries
and currants. I have been going to school this
winter. I have been piecing a quilt; I havo
picceil five quilti. I will close by wishing the
Farmer gieat success. I remain ever your
little friend, Sally Hdnt.
Sidslaw, April 10, 1882.
Editor Homo Circle :
I am a little boy 10 years old, and live at
the foot of tho Calipooya Mountains in Sius
law valley. I have been sick ever since I was
4 years old, so I never went to school, but mo
teaches me at home. I love to read the letters
from the little boys and girls in the Farmer.
I never use whisky or tobacc, so pleaeo add
my name to your list of abstainers. As this is
my first letter to the Farmer, I hope you will
put it in print. Your little friend,
Darius B. C Ru.sseli.
Cherry Grove, April 8, 1882.
Editor Home Circle :
I thought I would write to tho Farmer. I
went to Bohool last winter; my school teach
er's name was Brock. I am chopping wood
Inow. I have five pets, two dogs ami three
sheep; ono of the dog's name is Ned, the
other, Pup; the sheep's names are Mollio, Jack
and Fri.ky. I will close for this time. Good
by. Success to the Farmer.
Davih Vanherpool.
Farminotci.v, W, T., March 17, 1882.
Editor Homo Circle:
Seeing my other letter in print, I shall now
write another. We are having spring showers
of snow here now; it snows awhile, then the
sun shines out warm and bright. It is fun to
see the Indians come stringing in town loaded
with hides and oats; and they generally come
direct to pa's store; he always pays cash for
hides, and then they buy a good deal of fur
niture. This country is very high in altitude;
the Geur d'Alene Mountains lie east of us
about two miles aud a half. More about the
prairie chickens; they are as nurrerous here
as grouse in the Willamette Valley. One
sweet little brother died last September; his
little grave is in the Twin Oak Cemetery, at
Turner Station, Orcgou. The snow here is six
inches deep, and still it snows. The stock
here are looking very poor and thin, although
our cows are fat enough; pa keeps them well
fed and stalled; we have one uice.little calf.
Your little friend, ' Elsworth Barzce.
Coli-ax, W.T., April 10, 18S2.
Editor Home Circle:
I thought I w:uld write a few hues to your
valuable paper. We take four papers, bntwc
like tho Farmer the best. I used to live in
Halscy, and would like to hear from some of
my lilt lo friends there. 1 will tell you what I
do to help pa and ma; I feed the hogs and
horses and chickens and carry water and split
wood, and do chores generally. I have a
grandfather rained John Wiseman; he is
about 82 years old; he has to keep his bed
most of th time. I have been attending a de
bate nt Colfax; I like to attend it very much.
I liv.i on Rebel Flat, -about five miles from
Colfax. I will answer Mary Powell's qucs
tion; it is Acts 10, verses 29 and 31. There
is not not much game around here; there are a
few ducks and lots of prairie chickens. I will
give a Bible question : Where in the Bible
can any little boy or girl find where it says
. llinst was a carpenter.
John W. Deal.
Tne Fig that Didn't go to Market.
"This little pig went to market, and this
little pig stayed at home," said mamma, as
she took hold of baby's toes, one,,by one, just
as jour mamma has done a hundred times
probably. That was before Bessie (who w as
the baby, you know) went to sleep; and the
very next day something very sad happenrd.
Papa was down in the cellar cutting kindling
wood, when the hatchet slipped and went
right through Bessie's little shoe, cutting oil
that poor little pig that went to market I
The kind doctor came, and in a few weeks
Bessie was running around playing the same
as usual. But she was wondering all tho time
where that little toe of hers was gone, till one
day she made up her mind.
"Why, it's gone to market for mamma said
so, and I'm goiug after it !" Now Bcssio
knew the market man very well indeed, be
cause he camo to her house every day, and
sometimes brought her apples. So she rut on
her suu-bonnct and went down to the front
gate to watch for the butcher, and pretty soou
he came nloni; in his white cart.
"Whoa !" said the man to his horse when
Bessie waved her hand.
"if you please, Mr. Graham, do you keep
pig "
"Oh, yes," said tho butcher, "lots of them."
"Well, then," said Bessie, "have you got
mino mat went to market.
"What kind of a looking me was it?'
asked Mr. Graham, getting down from his
cart.
"I'll show you," said Bessie as sho sat upon
the grass and took oil her stockings, "it looks
liko this ono" as she took hold ot the biggest
of her five white toei,
"This pig is here, you see, but on my other
loot, lies gone to market.
But the butcher man only laughed.
"No, 1 haven't got your little pig," ho said,
"Perhaps you have a pig Ihat will fit," said
Besiic, "and will let me havo it." and sho al-
most began to cry when she found she couldn't
get her little pig back again; but Mr. Graham
took her up in his arms aud lifted her into his
cart and let her drive the old horso right up
to the back door, and mamma came out and
mado believe Bessie was tho butcher, and sho
had such a splendid time afterward playing
house with the dinine room chairs that she
forgot all about that little pig that went to
market
Mr. Topnoody was sitting by tho kitchen
stoyo the other night meditatively fazing upon
his wife, who waa busy finishing tip tho work
or the ilay.
"Mrs. 'lopnoody, bow old aro you?" he said
at last in an abstract kind of a way.
"How old' am 1, Topnoody ? That's a pretty
question to ask your own wife."
"Yc, how old arc you?" he repeated, with
out noticing mu interruption,
"What do you want to know that for ?"
"Oh, I just wanted to know for fun."
"For fun, ch, Topnoody? Wei., I can't
tell you in years exactly, but I'm just that
old that It 1 Had been as old as lam now when
you asked mo to marry you, I'd havo licii fivo
thousand years old licloro you would havo got
mo. mow do you know how out i am ;
Topnoody resumed hts meditation mid bo
gan to whittle Boftly, "Darling, I am growing
old."
"Only a lock of golden hair,"
Tho lover siglud. "Perchance to-night
it lormetu mi her pillow fair
A halo bright.
"Only a link of golden hair,"
The maiden smiling sweetly said,
As she laid it over the back of a chair
And went to bed.
An ancient Bohemian, who has come into a
snug fortune is felicitated warmly by an old
acquaint mce. "Yes," says the new Cnt'sus,
reflectively, "it is a pleasant thing to have
money. And do you not know what is most
agreeable about it? You feel, sir, that you
aro appreciated you find friends who es
teem you for your own qualities alone."
Gomgom, junior, who has only been mar
ried a few days, happened in company with
his wife, to pass near a lieu-hive, Tho brcs
stung hip wife, and (Jomgom, instead of pity
ing her, said, "How intelligent aro those bees,
my dear, to know that wo are in our honey,
moon.
A womin who carries milk around its Paris
said a naiyu thing the other day. Ono of the
cooks to whom olio brought milk looked into
tho can, and remarked with surprise: "Why,
tlicro is actually nothing but water!" Tho
woman having satisfied herself of the truth of
the statement, said: "Well, if I didn't forget
to put in tho milk I"
"There is nothing like settling down?" said
the retired merchant confidentially to his
neighbor. "When I gave up business I set
tled down and found I had a comfortable for
tune. If I had settled up I should not hare
had a cent.
Ho slipped quietly iu at tho door but catch
ing sight of an inquiring face over the stair
rail, said; "Sorry so late, my dear; couldn't
get a car bc-iore. 'no the cars were lull,
ton," said the lady; and further remarks were
unnecessary.
Peoplo sing "I want to be an angel, "Imt we
have never yet seen anyone who was in a hur
ry to accept the position. It generally comes
under protest, and after tho best physician
has failed to keep the angel off, and has given
up the case.
Friend of the family (to tho loy twins.)
"I'm afraid you little fellows don t alwajs
agree. You fight each other sometimes, don't
you?" Twins "Yeth, thir, thumtiinth."
Friend of tho family "Ah, f thought so
Well, who whips?' Twins "Mammawhips."
Purslane (or "puley,"as so many call it),
is excellent for swine, and the man who raises
it hail better Imj sure to feed all lis ran of it,
or ho will hav3 more than he wants, It is not
worth while to raise it as a foravo crop, as it
will raUi itself with less thin half a chance.
3jjttm0tj.
Catching Clams at Tillamook.
A writer in tho Went Shore says: A go d
lay's sport can bo had during the summer by
engaging an Indian with his canoe for the pur
pose of seal shooting. When the salmon begin
running, seals follow them in over the bar in
to tho bay, and for a good rifle shot who can
hit a seal's head at fifty yards, when they
como up for air and rcconnoitering purposes,
it is no difficult thing to kill enough of the
bright-eyed bullet-headed follows in a day, to
supply the entire country with oil for the
winter. Ono of my principal amusements at
this placo was to fill mv pockets with cart
ridges, and after securing good cover on the
ridge, shotgun in hand there to kill tune, If
nothing else,' blazo away at the flocks of
"shays" as they flew ovor troin the ocean to
their breeding grovnds on the bay. It was in
this way that wo obtained our bait for crab
bingand crabbing as we carried it on, was
perhaps never surpassed in tho world lor ac
tual results. We got a carriage wheel tire and
knit a net to fit it; then skinned our birds,
tied them fast into the bottom of the net, and
sailed out into the stream, where we anchored
and threw overlmard our crab trap Peoplo
who have gone crabbing in mew Jersey, or
even those who have seen the Chinese catsh
them with nets knit around small barrel hoops
on Mciggs' wharf in San Francisco, can form
no idea of the success of our scheme. We al
lowed our net to remain on the bottom just
eight minutes on the watch, aud when it was
time to pull up it took three men to lilt it ana
its contents into the boat, 1 here were crab
of all stages and conditions of cru.il nccous life.
Little ones, middle sized, and actual g ants;
soino of which latter were covered with barna
cles, veterans, stars, perhaps, as many had
lost ono or more legs in some lifo and death
contest for supremacy, years before all snap
ping, crawling, squirming and chewing at one
another's limbs in our gnat tangled mass.
Two cartings of this net and after throwing
overheard a'l the smatl ones yielded fully
one huudred big red-backed crabs, with legs
on them as large as turkeys' thighs. Should
a man want to go into the busine.-s of canning
crabs, he could find a splendid field for opera
tions in Tillamook bay. The big put in our
parlor was utilized to boil them in, and not
withstanding wo gave quantities away, we
had crabs plain, crab salad, and deviled crabs
until wo all gnw "sick and tired" of it.
Porgie, smelt, torn cod, flounder, and rock cod
fishing in the bay is excellent, and but litllt
time need bo spent in catching a bijj strings
Every afternoon a gcntlo breeze springs up,
and if nothing more inviting is "on the car
pet" a plea-ant boat sail may bo had to the
iftcrent points of interest on the bay to such
classic as Oxbow Bend and Jawbone, let in
storo for the visitor is a night with the salmon
fisherman, a visitor to the oyster beds, and a
berrving campaign along tho creeks. Tilla
mook is Barnegat, and plenty more besides.
It not only has all tho attractions incident to
salt wntcr, but has trout streams right at hand
and mountain pleasurrs lunning up from the
very beach. There is no placo on the Atlantic
coast liko this. You btand among trout
atrcams and oyster beds, dcr runs and surf
bathing, grouse shooting and clnm bottoms.
At Tillamook tho mountain and tho beach
have widdeil tho salt Ben anil the crystal
brook havo kissed and becomu as one.
Dlngee & Conard Co.,
Of West Chester, Pa., niako a specialty of
roses, and by sending to them ono may get
the moat beautiful and choice roses, packed in
excellent shape, post paid. Many beside
ourselves have sent and received them in good
order. Wo would advise to send the amount
of money to be jscd with directions to send a
variety of their own selections.
hu:.m: otv iikjih.
Kuoi-ne City, April 20, 1882.
The cold, stormy weather w hich has pre
vailed for the lust week or more has finally
broke, mid for the last few days wp luve had
cold weather.
Mrs. Charles Davis, long a resident uf this
p'acr, died in tho 20th after mi llniss of only
about thirty six hours. She leuvcu a large
family of children to mourn her loss.
A number of members of the order of the
I. O. O F. ol this place went to Cottage
Grove on the i!fith and took pait in the mini
vuisary celebration of tlm institution of the
order in Amuiiea, which was held under the
auspices of tho lodgo at th'it place. All in
attendance report huving n gnocl time
A number of immiiiants from tho Iviit are
arriving every day in this pa it of the o lUiitry
looking for farms anil bu-iness openings, All
seem to think Oregu i is "the placu of all
place."
Children
CRY
FOR
Pitcher's
Castoria,
Mothers like, and Physdolavns
reoonunend It.
IT IS NOT NARCOTIC.
CENTAUR LINIMENTS ; tho
World'H great Pulu-Kcllovlnjr
remedies., They hen!, tiootlio nnd
cureUumH, Wounds, Weak Jluuk
nnd ItlieiiinatiNia unou Man-,
and Hitralnn, Galls, and IjUiimv
ness upon Beasts, Cheap, qulcV
and reliable.
SPURTS cf lUsenatljic; Mnoua,
Snufflos, Crackling Pains in th
Head, Fetid Breath, Deafncns, an
nny Catarrhal Complaint, oau ho ex
torminatod Vy Wcl Do M oyer's
Catarrh Cnre, a Constitutional An
tidote by Absorption. Tho most Ins"
pot-taut Dlsoo very since Vacolna tion
tgygy st-acqnsa' B-q